And so yesterday I met her
And the sun will my witness bear,
She was on her way to the river
When suddenly I was attacked by fever,
And so today I write to you oh fellow poet!
Yes, I know this will take you by surprise
For I know, you write about host of issues;
From life to death, from heaven to hell,
The meaning of life always intrigues me,
Each and everyday, I wonder how
Life can be such a difficult thing
To understand to the brim.
When I whispered my love to you from afar,
You went deaf and considered it a holy lie,
You ignored my calls, texts, and everything
About me that you could, by chance, find:
The time I deny the world, to my poetry I freely give,
The most sensitive secrets I hide from my family,
In the nucleus of my poetry I joyfully hide.
The feelings which words cant adequately explain,
Around me was a heavy bush,
The home of different species
of animals, including predators,
Both of dreams and reality.
The bush in which you hide,
The wall, behind which you speak,
Oh how I miss you, dear poet in me!
When I think about the time we shared,
How you had kept my stick busy in the past
And how you have divorced me suddenly
Accept mine too Oh God!
Though I know it is not enough,
For this is all
that my praise-filled mouth